Trees swayin' in the summer breeze...
Early morning coffee on the porch with the bluebird family. We often wake up to their sweet, soothing song.
Dewdrops on the pink garden phlox brings out the spicebush early in the morning.
New babies at the neighbor's farm--I watch them run, hop, prance and play from my upstairs window as I work on my computer.
Summer on the farms in the area means time for the hot, sweaty job of cutting hay. I would guess nothing satisfies a farmer like seeing his barn full of fresh cut hay. This one was always stuffed with hay bales until it finally collasped during a spring storm.
What is more fun than a day at the river--a little sun, a little sand, and lots of cool water! Come on in, the water's great!
The 'fruits' of our labor--worth all the sweat, the dirt under the fingernails, and the aches and pains. Left to right--Big Boy, Lillian (yellow), green zebra, and Cherokee purple tomatoes. Small cherry tomatoes are sun golds. Delicious!!!
And for dessert--fresh picked raspberries. Just top with a little whipped cream or add to ice cream!
And when the rain
Beats against my widow pane
I'll think of summer days again
And dream of you.
A Summer Song
Metcalfe, Noble, Stuart
sung by Chad and Jeremy
